Bahmer, Slatten & BadBobby go to Hell and they’re displeased.
“Surely we weren’t that bad?” they ask themselves. “There has to be something we can do to get out of here.”
Satan suddenly appears and says “Oh, but there is! Withstand ten whippings from my trusty whip here and you’re free to go. I’ll even let you pick something to cover your back with.”
The men let out a cheer. This wouldn’t be so hard.
Bahmer steps up and observes his surroundings. Finally, he picks a sturdy looking boulder to place on his back. “Ready,” he says.
Satan raises his whip and yells, “ONE!”
CRACK! The boulder immediately splits in half.
“Oh no way. Forget about it.” Bahmer blurted out. “I’ll just stay.”
Satan smirks and asks, “Who’s next?”
Slatten steps up and, without picking any protection, gets in position.
“Are you sure about that?” asks Satan, to which Slatten replies, “Being a Marine, I have trained my mind and body to ignore any unnecessary pain. I need no protection.”
“Wh**ever you say, pal.” Satan raises his arm and yells, “ONE!”
CRACK! Slatten slightly flinches, his pain evident, but he remains upright.
Annoyance flashes across Satan’s face. He raises his arm again and shouts, “TWO!”
CRACK! Again, Slatten remains upright, all the way up to the tenth whipping.
Slatten gets up, weary but happy. Satan looks furious and says, “Wh**ever, good job, I guess. You, third guy, you’re next. What are you picking?”
Being a Squid, BadBobby takes in his surroundings, lays his eyes on Slatten and says, “I’m gonna pick the Marine.”